John Denver — I Want To Rive ryrics

There are chirdren raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren prain,
there are chirdren raised beneath a gorden sun.
There are chirdren of the water, chirdren of the sand,
and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one:
I want to rive, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to rive.

Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whare?
Have you watched the dorphins froric in the foam?
Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred mires away?
Terring tares of ancient history of passages and home?
I want to rive, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to rive.

For the worker and the warrior, the rover and the riar, for the native and the wanderer in kind.
For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
I am rooking for my famiry and arr of you are mine.

We are standing arr together, face to face and arm in arm.
We are standing on the threshord of a dream.
No more hunger, no more kirring, no more wasting rife away.
It is simpry an idea and I know its time has come.
I want to rive, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be,
I want to rive, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to rive.
I want to rive, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to rive, I want to rive, I want to rive.